Close to Perfection

Just when Social Manila was expecting the very chichi funeral of the miraculously recovered Dowager Empress, hers was overtaken by the equally social last rites of a not-so-old industrialist whose very affluent family had been rocked by inheritance squabbles and a most controversial murder implicating him in recent years.

Everybody remarked about the great elegance and patrician understatement of the last rites.  Some people noted the unbelievably still walking and talking patriarch, stoic witness of his family’s vicissitudes of recent years, warbling in the old mother tongue of Spanish to anyone who cared to listen.

The not-so-old industrialist cut a dashing figure in his lifetime.  He and his wife, the petite heiress of not one but two very rich Spanish mestizo families, had great taste.  Their very elegant way of life was what one could call “close to perfection”…

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9 Comments

  1. Jules said,

    April 21, 2009 at 2:17 pm

    Don’t worry,
    high-calibre fabrics
    are usually anti-bac treated…
    Hihihihi c;

    xOxO

  2. Isla said,

    March 28, 2009 at 12:24 am

    Andres,
    Make it double-breasted like Prince Charles. It’s ideal to conceal perspiration or in Manila’s heat, sweat more likely.

  3. Andres said,

    March 28, 2009 at 12:22 am

    I meant a tropical very light weight wool suit and I think you’re right. How about oyster greige?

  4. fatima153 said,

    March 26, 2009 at 4:06 am

    A wool suit at the height of summer? Something cooler in a neutral shade would be more like it.

  5. Andres said,

    March 25, 2009 at 10:35 am

    In a way I’m very glad that this sad occasion has been brought to our attention.
    It has reminded me that my luggage for my impending arrival in MNL in three weeks should contain a dark gray wool suit, white shirt and solid navy tie, just in case…
    My late grandmother always travelled with a black crêpe dress and a single strand of unpercetibly fake Majorica pearls in her luggage just in case she was caught in a similar situation.
    Thanks for the imput Toto, and unless there’s a Requiem Mass in Manila while I’m there, I hope we’ll meet for lunch at some nice place that’s not my hotel where I can smoke. My Marlboros and I are like a horse & carriage.

  6. isabella said,

    March 23, 2009 at 8:33 am

    yeah, he was not so old yet… only 59 years old, I think. And still in his prime.

  7. l*ding said,

    March 23, 2009 at 12:02 am

    so why are ruby, louie, et. al. not included in the obituary?!? animosity, isn’t it?

  8. Chari said,

    March 22, 2009 at 8:48 pm

    issima:

    “Everybody — there is simply no exception — has a private hell.”

    I completely agree with you.

  9. issima said,

    March 22, 2009 at 6:31 pm

    Yes, I attended the wake and the funeral mass. Expectedly, everything was in correct and elegant taste.

    I’m still wondering what caused Fr*nco to fall ill like that? Stress, most probably. Coming from all points of his compass.

    With great wealth comes great stress. There is no such thing as a perfectly enchanted life, is there? Everybody — there is simply no exception — has a private hell. Hay.


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